I really have nothing to write today.
But maybe in the end, that's okay.
Because maybe the best words aren't spoken,
Or written,
Or even heard,
They're seen.
Maybe an absence of topic
Or ability to articulate what I'm feeling
Is all the inspiration I need
To write this poem at sunrise, and then write the real poetry
Throughout the day.
Because my poems are made in moments.
I wonder what those moments will be today?
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